Friday, January 21, 2011

Once upon a college education...

This one time, when I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I applied to this amaaaazing school in California for design. Some sort of visual merchandising junk.

I applied.

I paid the 1597049 dollars in fees for them to even look at my application.

I spent hours neglecting my finals for the real school I went to to apply to this design school.

I wrote a million essays.

I spent hours stressing over my telephone interview and practicing answering the inevitable questions.

I spent days, literally days without sleep, on three projects.

This is one of them. I look at it from time to time and fall in love with it and a teeny, tiny piece of my heart wonders where I'd be right now if I hadn't stayed here. If I had found the courage to move away. If I hadn't lost that friendship. If I hadn't worried about my future and just lived in the moment, just for the heck of it.

Can you even see that? Adjust your freaking screen thaaaangs so you can see that masterpiece! =]

This project was for a window display, made out of whatever medium I wanted. I can do art and junk but such open ended projects anger me slightly. I need to have some sort of direction or I kind of start over 600 times before I finally fall in love with it.

Anyway, I like to cut up magazines, I totes went through this "magazine collage" phase for a really long time and finally threw them out per Ev's requests. Jerk. So I cut out this chick, doing some cool pose, in a fancy pants dress, and I cut out two other dresses and their accessories. The lettering says "Disappear" with "Re" over the top of "Dis." I was so, so proud of this. My mother helped me, kudos mom, and they loved it.

Anyway, I stayed in this lame-o town for the boy I loved (but wasn't even dating. That there, that is love.) And I didn't go to the school. Right now, I am so content with the life I am living that I don't regret it. I can't imagine not living my life for the benefit of others. Redecorating someone's house or creating window displays for the rest of my life would not be as fulfilling as teaching my Ethiopian babies English.

But that dream was fun while it lasted.


Ps. I was accepted two days before my 20th birthday and it was definitely one of the best birthday presents ever. =]

2 loves:

  1. You can STILL do things like this & it would be SO much fun to have someone that actually cuts shit out of magazines & glues it all together, just like I do.

    & I feel the exact same way that you do about where I ended up. Sometimes I wish that I didn't go to BSU, that I just went to a junior college instead & saved myself the debt, but then I wouldn't have come to Muncie, wouldn't have met my roommate, & wouldn't have fallen so, so deeply in love.

    They say that everything happens for a reason...

  2. Oh you better believe I will still cut junk out. Once my craft table/area gets set up I'm all over that.

    I completely believe that everything happens for a reason but if you told me that this is where I'd be, I'd think you were crazy. I wonder A LOT about where my life would have taken me if this isn't the path I took. (Is that a grammatically correct sentence? It sounds funny? hahaha) Oh well. I am perfectly content with my little life =]

    And I'm happy you are, too!